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milliways_bar2015-01-23 02:31 am
lazy_but_loyal) wrote in milliways_bar2015-01-23 02:31 am
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Pam is getting restless.
She and Eric haven't gone back home in a while, but now she's feeling the itch, even if she's not looking forward to what awaits them. A giant pain in the ass, is what.
But she isn't leaving without Eric. When he says it's time to go, then they'll go together. She just hopes he's had enough time to come up with a plan. And it's not like she's been completely idle, she's been wracking her brain trying to think of something, too, but how to kill a 3,000 year old vampire isn't in her field of expertise.
So what else can you do but sit at a table with a laptop and compose a very long and detailed email to your personal shopper in Chicago about overhauling your entire wardrobe.
She's not very botherable and never really has been, ever. But she won't bite your face off. This time. Probably.
She and Eric haven't gone back home in a while, but now she's feeling the itch, even if she's not looking forward to what awaits them. A giant pain in the ass, is what.
But she isn't leaving without Eric. When he says it's time to go, then they'll go together. She just hopes he's had enough time to come up with a plan. And it's not like she's been completely idle, she's been wracking her brain trying to think of something, too, but how to kill a 3,000 year old vampire isn't in her field of expertise.
So what else can you do but sit at a table with a laptop and compose a very long and detailed email to your personal shopper in Chicago about overhauling your entire wardrobe.
She's not very botherable and never really has been, ever. But she won't bite your face off. This time. Probably.
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If she were fearful, Eric would've felt it. But she isn't, only supremely disgruntled, which is a step up from her usual attitude of just plain disgruntled.
Nevertheless, she shuts her laptop and gets up to take it upstairs to her room. She leaves the stupid jar of menthol on the table.
She died once, and that was her fucking choice. She isn't going to have Death hovering around her again.